O Little Boat Poem by Ollie Slaney

O little boat, why don't you take the waves?
Why sit in moor and rust into decline?
O wand'ring boat, do you not yearn to rage?
Cast off your shackles, storm out from the Tyne!
I do not know how such a vessel, born
To carve a path (your very curves and lines
So keen and poised) , O little floating thorn,
Can not have quite a story to define.
What sailor is not lusting for the sea?
What man can let his pride fall to neglect?
I fear the man who fears feeling so free,
As when, through salty air his heart is swept.

I promise you, I'll cut you loose one day.
I promise you, one day you will be saved.